Rajnandgaon. Roshan Sahu, resident of ‘Mokhala’, a reader of Janta Se Rishta has emailed a poem.
// Chir Haran //
When the chirhar was being disrobed, why did you save my honour?
You are the root of the essence of religion! Mohan, tell me today.
Remember Draupadi, when you went to take bath in Yamuna.
There was a sadhu bathing there, whom you were thinking of.
I remember that she had only a loincloth on her body.
Which she had left on the bank to change.
Which was swept away in the water stream due to a strong gust of wind. What did you bathe and what did you squeeze, someone has rightly said.
I don’t know how bad luck shows the day.
It is not long after you shave your head, it starts to hail.
The wet old loincloth got torn at the same time.
It was difficult to cover the body, the problem became more severe.
Now the light started spreading in all directions.
The crowd was increasing, in the same direction, in the same direction.
Now how to save the honour, the sadhu was in a dilemma.
He thought of a solution, somehow he could save himself from disgrace.
He hid himself in the nearby bush. I will go home after the day passes, in the darkness of midnight.
Draupadi, you were watching this whole scene.
There are many in the world, who are so unfortunate.
Understanding the difficulty of the sadhu, you decided to help him.
You did not have a second dhoti, so you tore it in half.
Covering your body with only half, Panchali went on that path.
Oh! Father, I understand everything, saying this, you gave me half of the saree.
Eyes were filled with gratitude, tears were falling down.
I kept blessing you, may Hari always cover your honour.
When my Sudarshan Chakra cut off Shishupal’s head,
Then I tied a piece of sari to my injured finger.
Listen Krishna! A person’s virtue never goes waste.
God never keeps it with him, he returns it thousand times.
Without a person’s virtue, even God himself is helpless.
The beggar and the giver do not have an account with Hari due to their deeds.
